hanging on wet breath, still holding my future
in my back pocket. I am finding the air has a predictable chaos to it today, as spring has finally sprung, and both bare legs and warmth of the sun now await me... how very tintalizing is the episode of life this Monday morning, as I look back in rear view vision at the sunset over the Hudson River of last evening.
The perfected riverfront in Cold Spring Ny.....peaceful, solemn, serene....
The perfected riverfront in Cold Spring Ny.....peaceful, solemn, serene....
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